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But the human never came to look inside, thank goodness. After some time passed, I saw the light go out through the cracks in the door. Deciding it was finally safe, I let myself out.
Now, in the dim light of the moon coming in through the window, I can make out the details of the tiny house. There are two floors linked by a very unsteady spiral staircase, with a living room and kitchen downstairs. After poking around the furniture, I head up the stairs, where I find a bedroom and bathroom, all made of pink plastic. Sighing, I sit down on the bed, where a little piece of felt acts as a blanket.
I need to get out of here, but I’m not going to make it far with my wing damaged the way it is. It will take some time to heal, so I may have to get home on foot, which is an even more dangerous proposition than flying.
Quietly, I open the front door, peeking outside to check for human activity. The human-sized room contains a bed, a nightstand, a desk, and a dresser, with knickknacks and stuffed animals in every corner and a big mirror hanging on the wall. Acloset door sits open, revealing hangars full of pink clothing and shoes in every color.
I tilt my head. This human has a lot of clothes.
Whoever it is appears to be asleep, now a lump under the blankets in the bed. Though my wing is injured, I can still get enough lift to fly up onto it. The wing gives out at the last moment, though, so I have to grab onto the blanket and climb the rest of the way up.
Sighing, I lean against the bedpost. This is not how I wanted this night to go. I’d simply been visiting the hive that lives in the city park earlier in the day, which is a good hour-long flight through populated territory. My own hive is farther out, just beyond the suburbs where there’s more forested land. I’ve never been comfortable living as close to humans as the city fairies do, so I moved the hive not long after my parents passed away, but it is a shame to be so far from our closest allies.
I watch as the lump of human rises and falls with their breaths. Curious about where I’ve landed, I creep across the bed to the other side, where I can get a good look at them.
I know it’s dangerous. Humans are one of our most deadly enemies, after birds of prey. Our pixie dust is coveted, and dangerous if in the wrong hands. But if fairies are known for anything, it’s our curiosity, and I have not seen that many humans up close before. If I’m going to be stuck here for a while, I should know whose home I’m hiding out in.
What I see when I reach her face steals my breath away.
Certainly, she is beautiful, with glowing brown skin and a scarf wrapped around her puff of black hair. It’s the heart shape of her face, the details of her round nose and sultry lips, that I find so immensely charming on first sight. Freckles dot her soft cheeks under the fan of her eyelashes, and those little spots of darker brown entrance me.
I crawl closer until I’m only a foot away from where she lets out tiny gusts of breath with every exhale. Even herbreathsmells good, minty and delicious.
For some time, I simply study her while she sleeps. Remarkable. Never have I found a human quite so… alluring. They are generally clumsy giants, hacking down trees and building their homes and businesses wherever they please. I have seen many lovely heron rookeries destroyed by bulldozers.
But for a moment, looking at this face, I can forget all that. What interests me most is how my cock perks up, also curious about this sweet-looking human. Reaching down to stroke it, I keep my eyes on her face, wondering for a moment what it would be like if I were large, too. If I were the size of a human, what would I do?
Hm. A very odd flight of thought I’ve found myself on. I am content to be what I am most of the time—though I must admit my brush with death has rattled me. I am mortal, after all, and I was made highly aware of that tonight. If I were human size, an owl would never stand a chance against me.
The human suddenly moves, and I get out of the way just in time as she tosses some blankets aside with an annoyed grunt. It is rather warm in here, now that it’s the beginning of summer. With the blanket thrown aside, I can make out much more of her. Again, I creep closer, then sit atop the pile of blankets.
One of her big, brown breasts is almost free of her nightshirt, which is only held together by slim straps. Her nipple is pebbled and clearly visible through the thin fabric. My eyes get wider as I stare, and my hand finds its way back down to my cock. I’m almost fully hard, excited about what I’ve found.
I pump a few times, earning a droplet of seed at the tip. I smear it around before stroking further, and my body jolts at such an exquisite sensation.
The human lets out a small noise, and her eyes move behind her eyelids. She must be dreaming, but her voice—that taste of it—gets me even more riled up. Now I’m moving my hand vigorously, grunting as I get closer and closer. It’s been some time since I’ve been with another sexually, and I didn’t realize how pent-up I was until now.
Besides, the human will never even know I was here.
Finally, my climax hits me like a storm, and I can’t help a moan as my seed surges out of me. I try to catch it in my hand, but there’s more than expected, and some dribbles land on the blankets.
That’s when the woman’s eyes open, and she screams.
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There is a very tiny, naked man in my room, and I’m pretty sure he’s jerking off. When I scream—which I didn’t realize I was doing at first—he stumbles backward, rolling down the pile of blankets lying next to me. He comes to a stop at the bottom, and I stop screaming and lean over to get a better look.
His skin is a minty green, like a fancy drink. He’s barely the size of one of my Babez dolls, probably only six inches tall.
And holy shit. He has wings, which adjust behind him as he gets to his feet.
It’s not a tiny man in my house. It’s afairy.
The fairy gathers himself again, planting his hands on his hips as he glares up at me. He has a flame of orange hair on his head, but it’s silky and glittery like his wings. Heck, even hisskinis glittery, as if he’s been painted over with a metallic sheen.
“Finally,” he says in a voice as small as he is. “That noise you were making could have ruptured my eardrums.”
“Well, sorry. You surprised me.” I squint at him as his wings give a little flutter behind him. They’re iridescent, like a dragonfly’s, all the colors of the rainbow in their reflections. “I didn’t expect to find a fairy right in front of my face.”
